There's gotta be a record of you some place

You gotta be on somebody's books

Your injured looks

The sacred and profane

The pleasure and the pain

Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete

And it's your face I'm looking for

On every street

Silver spurs on his heels

She threw herself under my wheels

Oh it's a dangerous road

And a hazardous load

And the fireworks over liberty expode in the heat

And it's your face I'm looking for

On every street

A three-chord symphony crashes into space

The moon is hanging upside down

I don't know why it is I'm still on the case

It's a ravenous town

And you still refuse to be traced

Seems to me such a waste

And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet

And it's your face I'm looking for

On every street

And it's your face I'm looking for

On every street